The Arizona sentinel., 1887-06-18

Blanche entered and took the polite ly-profered chair without word. Tht meat little speech was forgotten-ir fact she seemed to have lost all speecl in her complete surprise.
 Ibid you wish to see me?" came tn, pleasant tones of the young man, after moment of dreadful silence.
 "Yes-that is, I wished to see tn, editor of the D. MGqGzi9e, " falteret Blanche.
 "I have that humble honor," he re. piled.
 Blanche cast one swift glance him, and then slowly drew from her huff the precious manuscript An amused smile played about the editors hand some mouth, and his eyes assumed the unmistakable 'I told you so'' ex. pression.
 '1 have written little story, and 1 thought perhaps-it would be wise, ii II want to get it printed!' and an undignified tear dropped on the little muff
 Certainly! may I see itP'' She gave it to him without looking up, her thoughts in tumult as to ''what man. ma would think to see her talking to this handsome man, whose admiring brown eyes were harder to meet than the glassy stare she had anticipated.
 The editor unfolded the paper and glanced over the pages, pausing occa- sionally to read sentence through.
 Blanche sat with downcast eyes. Nothing broke the silence save the rustiiug Of the papers and the ticking of the clock.
 "Ahemi excuse me, but is this part of the story?" asked the editor, as he held up before her gaze-horror of horrors! the very letter she had re- ceived from the H-- Mdqazine!
 In her haste and enthusiasm over her great lark" she had gathered up with the manuscript the letter which had been lying open upon it, and the editors quick eye had grasped its con- tents at a glance.
 Blanche gave one terrified look, and then, forgetful of every thing, sprang forward and clutched the fatal letter
 "Oh, how could your' she gasped, glaring at the innocently- offending editor through her tears.
 My dear young lady. it was wholly unintentional on my part! Ihad looked at it before I thought of its not be- longing to the story" continued this soft-hearted editor, growing confden- tial in his efforts to be consoling. q once received the same kind of letter. Your story is very pretty one, pret- tily told, and I think I can use it in my magazine"
 He would probably have taken it if it had been Mother-Goose rhyme, so thoroughly sympathetic had he be- come under the magic influence of the bright tears.
 "Well," said Blanche, recovering her self possession, '1 will tell you all about it, and in a simple, straight forward manner, she told him of the return of the manuscript, and the let ter accompanying it. q did not mean that you should know it had been de- clined once," she said, with charming candor, the swift blushes dying her cheeks. ''Was it very wrong for me not to tell you?"
 Not at all, said this unabashed young man, smiling in spite of himself at her earnestness.
 "Whyr' he exclaimed, as he noticed the name and address at the bottom of the last page. "Do you live at No. 373 C. street?'
 "Yes, have lived there five years"
 'Then I am delighted to have met my next-door neighbor. I live at No. 371."
 It was now Blanche's turn to be as- tonished. To think that she had thus ignominiously introduced herself to her nearest neighbor!
 "Why, have never seen you," she began.
 ''Nor I you," he interrupted, "but that IS not so very strange. I have been boarding there for only two weeks, and as I go away quite early in the morning and it is dark when I get home these short afternoons, we could easily miss seeing each other"
 Well, said Blanche. laughingly, comprehending the novelty of the sit uation, Il feel heartily ashamed that you have met me under such unfavor- orable circumstances. In the first place had expected to see a bald headed old man. I had the impress sion that all editors were old and bald. Being completely surprised at not find ing the individual I had pictured to myself, and being little conscience stricken over my deceit concerning the fear I lost my self-pos- session"
 You are certainly excusable under these trying circumstances, J said the editor smiling. By the way, I beg the liberty to tell you my name; my name is also Raymond Raymond Douglass" and he drew from his pocket card, which he passed to her.
 Miss Raymond" continued this audacious young man, '1 will look over this manuscript carefully, and if I should happen to find some little mis-